. . . I'm procrastinating cleaning the bathrooms. Seems like I do that every week. Even though I like the idea of having sparkling clean bathrooms to begin my week, I think I need to move bathrooms to a different day.
. . . . the washer is working on its 3rd load of the day. Probably 2 or 3 more to go.
. . . . it's raining and the snow is melting. Just a few traces here and there.
. . . . I chickened out of my early morning workout again. But really, trying to keep up with Jillian after just 5 hours of sleep was not going to cut it. I've been "off the wagon" for a week so I need to kick myself into gear and get moving again. I just bought her Yoga Meltdown DVD to be my supplement when I wuss out in the morning, so I may try that this afternoon or evening.
. . . . I picked up some drawers at Walmart to organize my closet a bit today. The piles are growing and they aren't going away on their own. Also, it creeps me out a bit to think of what might be hiding, or living, in the corners and under the piles. We had a small spider infestation last summer (nothing quite like waking up to a giant hobo spider in your bathroom sink) so our hope is for a hard, cold winter to kill them off. After lunch I'm planning to have a little sorting party. And it's perfect timing because this week I'll be doing Goodwill Goodturn with the Cub Scouts (we go around the neighborhood collecting donations for Goodwill).
. . . . the glasses are working out pretty well so far. I put them on in the morning and wear them until about 2 or 3 in the afternoon, or longer. My previous issues with eye strain are gone. Yay! That is good news for me. The hope/plan is to look into Lasik in one year for my one eye and say good-bye to glasses forever. We shall see.
. . . .I found out that Josh Groban is coming to town this summer and, of course, it's on a weekend that Scott will be in school. Boo! We've been to his last 2 concerts (Awake and Closer) and hoped to make it a tradition. Oh well.
. . . . I talked to my mom as she's on the road back home after visiting my grandpa. Definitely a much slower pace of life. Drive safe, mom!
. . . . and I'm out of stuff to talk about. A pretty uneventful morning. Guess I better get to those bathrooms.